Ugh I’m so mad about misspelling the tag at the beginning ToT dyslexia strikes again

||an excerpt from my #hualian fic:

archiveofourown.org/works/58603642

A satisfied hum vibrates his back as Hua Cheng leans down to begin licking, sucking, and biting at Xie Lian’s neck, above his usual bandage adornment and right below his ear.

His fingertips trace his slippery folds, dipping into him ever-so-slightly and bringing that slick up to massage Xie Lian’s twitching clit, ripping a much louder moan from Xie Lian’s petal pink lips.

There are tender kisses being pressed to the side of his head, his ear, his cheekbone, and across his jawline. Then those sinful fingers dipped lower, hot digits finding their way easily into the wet heat between Xie Lian’s thighs.

Xie Lian lets out his first moan as his robes are parted to make way for Hua Cheng’s hand, his long fingers pressing against the flesh of his thighs in a bruising rapturous enthusiasm that leaves Xie Lian’s head spinning.

soaking the fabric enough that the man can feel that he was completely and absolutely correct in his accusations. The thought that heaven would be able to hear them makes him shiver, spurring his arousal into gently rocking against that hellfire touch.

“And I know that you’re going to cry my name until the heavens themselves hear just how good I make you feel.” His words are vulgar, they’re dirty and filthy and they send a gush of wetness out to meet Hua Cheng’s hand,

He growls, and both of his hands curl up where they’re palming Xie Lian’s most sensitive areas, there’s a possessiveness in his actions that leaves Xie Lian feeling dizzy and burning. His grip rocks Xie Lian forward to chase friction against his large palm.

“I know your body so well,” Hua Cheng hums, and there’s an authority in his voice, an arrogance tinging his words that reminds Xie Lian of who he’s dealing with. “I know every inch of your soft skin, I know that right now you’re probably already soaking the bedroll.”

The hand wrapped around his hip begins to trail its way down until the tips of Hua Cheng’s fingers begin to graze lightly over Xie Lian’s already weeping mound through his thick white robes.

Oops *from

||excerpt form my fic Phoenix in the Fire! Check the link on my profile to read on AO3 :3||

A warmth pressed against his cheek, touching the very tip of his scar with a gentleness that made his soul ache for the man in Limbo. His soulmate. The one he has had to kill over, and over, and over.

With chilled fingertips, he began to aggressively wipe at his eyes, casting his gaze down to his shoeless feet. No matter how hard he tried, the tears cascaded down like rain.

“You’re crying.” The other said, and Harry’s shoulders wound tightly. He felt the shift of his muscles over knotted stress across his bones; the awareness of too tight left him feeling like wasps had settled alongside his sinew as if his skin was the papery walls of their hive.

Which makes the timeline seem a little inconsistent at times! But 2,282 ppl on the internet liked it enough to leave kudos! So I’m sure its not as bad as I think it is lol

Disclaimers:
I’ve been writing this fanfic for about four years, from my senior year of hs to my senior year in college, a LOT has happened in my life that has delayed posting or thrown me into some slumps! That being said, my writing style has changed from chapter to chapter